the subject of this mail needs to read in the typical chengal-choola stylem local to the city beautiful (nevermind what the orlando city annans claim) – Trivandrum
I must say I am very bad at remembering what people tell me. Like someone i repect once told me – “its no use shifting to a new place hoping to start a new life, your life will be the same everywhere since the bricks you will use to build your “new” life will be the same”
my “new” house at Pasteur drive is in a mess. there is no furniture. i have LOTS of clothes to wash. yup, i washed my clothes once after getting here, and its 4 weeks since i landed in the us. the house is in a mess.
now, now, i must not say this, but, i’m feeling kind of lonely, at times. i’m not really homesick, i just miss my friends, and the things they used to bring into my life, the music they used to listen to, which i dont like enough to buy for myself, but which anyway i got used to, the regular updates on their passions and hobbies. As for new friends, i guess, after a certain age, you dont make friends easily, there’s always something in folks that you have irresolvable problems with…whatever..